I Return with the spring!
Okay, I had no intention to disappear for 3 months, I know I am getting older b/c it feels like it was just winter two minutes ago and where the fuck does the time go?!
Summation, behind cuts for rambly-ness:
I kicked January off firing on all cylinders, I applied to a temp agency and signed up for a graphic design continuing education class. The temp agency didn’t stick b/c they were super corporate and had no use for me besides as a low end secretary and for $12 an hour I might as well be shilling out coffee, I would probably enjoy it more. Not that I thumbing my nose at money, the real problem was that they would email me at 9pm telling me that I am on call from 7-10 am the following day, which mean that any plans I had made for the next day where compromised. On top of that if I was out when the email came in I would have to cut the night short so I could get to bed at a reasonable hour. Adding to that the fact the I am a night owl so I wouldn’t fall asleep till 2am and that I would have to be half awake and ready to pounce from 7-10 am and that lead to me quitting in 3 weeks.
The graphic design class is fairing much better, my teacher is this soft spoken man who never the less is a Titan of the publishing world, apparently he's who's on call if Oprah's wants her book cover redesigned ASAP. I find myself spending 10-15 hours a week on work for this class alone-stretching the boundaries of my computer skills, I have finally learned InDesign which is going to riase my pay scale as a designer. The class is small and everyone in it is talented and dead serious about learning. I like this more than college -where I had to take classes based on room and curriculum requirements- I am much more invested in this b/c I know exactly how I can apply the things I learn there to my career. Who am I kidding? I am older and know how to pay attention and what skills I would need in a work environment; in college I needed to have some requirements and structure or else I would take a class a semester and spend the rest of the time involved in dramatic relationships with my townie boyfriends.
I also got an IUD put in, which was good and bad. Good b/c it’s the most permanent form of birth control available, I had wanted one since I found out about them when I was 22. It didn’t seem prudent to invest in major anit-baby protocol until I was in a long term relationship, which is a recent development. I could have done something less hard core, like the pill, but I would much rather go through a procedure and not be burdened with all the birth control responsibility on a daily basis. I wanted something I would not be able to fuck up. My shitty insurance gave me a hard time about covering the procedure so after 6 months of looking into various options I decided to do it through planned parenthood, they had a set price and I would not have to worry about filing a claim.
Allow me to level with you, I got the smaller less hard core IUD and having it put in was exceedingly traumatizing. I was warned, my doctor and the nurses at the clinic told me there would be “cramping”, even my friends who had them told me it was like someone opening a cocktail umbrella in their cervix so I took a fist full of ibuprofen and some vicodin to prepare. Still it felt on par with the Fight Club chemical burn combined with battle field live amputation with a pinch of America Psycho ( if you have read the book you know what I am referring to), apparently b/c my cervix has not been mashed in by pushing multiple babies through it was “resistant” to having anything jammed into it . I was out of commission for a few days and initially thought that the way it worked as birth control was that it made me never want to let any one near my vagina again. In the months since then my junk has returned to full sexy function and on top of that my tits have gotten a size bigger! In a few more months, when the traumatic insertion feels like distant nightmare, I might even recommend it to others.
Photo highlights from the winter:
David got me Nouvelle vague tickets for Hanuka which is one of my favorite bands in the world, hot wet and French! it was so sexy that i was dumbfounded!
We also got to see Chris Hardwick make jokes!
I have liked his guy since i was 8 years old watching Singled Out! his full immersion into geek culture makes him infinitely more interesting and awesome.
David made a series of Valentines featuring my cat, this one captures my animal best:
i know David's a man of my heart when he told me "i didn't know whether to draw in the butt hole at first, then i thought 'what would Marsha do?' and immediately included it!"
Summation, behind cuts for rambly-ness:
I kicked January off firing on all cylinders, I applied to a temp agency and signed up for a graphic design continuing education class. The temp agency didn’t stick b/c they were super corporate and had no use for me besides as a low end secretary and for $12 an hour I might as well be shilling out coffee, I would probably enjoy it more. Not that I thumbing my nose at money, the real problem was that they would email me at 9pm telling me that I am on call from 7-10 am the following day, which mean that any plans I had made for the next day where compromised. On top of that if I was out when the email came in I would have to cut the night short so I could get to bed at a reasonable hour. Adding to that the fact the I am a night owl so I wouldn’t fall asleep till 2am and that I would have to be half awake and ready to pounce from 7-10 am and that lead to me quitting in 3 weeks.
The graphic design class is fairing much better, my teacher is this soft spoken man who never the less is a Titan of the publishing world, apparently he's who's on call if Oprah's wants her book cover redesigned ASAP. I find myself spending 10-15 hours a week on work for this class alone-stretching the boundaries of my computer skills, I have finally learned InDesign which is going to riase my pay scale as a designer. The class is small and everyone in it is talented and dead serious about learning. I like this more than college -where I had to take classes based on room and curriculum requirements- I am much more invested in this b/c I know exactly how I can apply the things I learn there to my career. Who am I kidding? I am older and know how to pay attention and what skills I would need in a work environment; in college I needed to have some requirements and structure or else I would take a class a semester and spend the rest of the time involved in dramatic relationships with my townie boyfriends.
I also got an IUD put in, which was good and bad. Good b/c it’s the most permanent form of birth control available, I had wanted one since I found out about them when I was 22. It didn’t seem prudent to invest in major anit-baby protocol until I was in a long term relationship, which is a recent development. I could have done something less hard core, like the pill, but I would much rather go through a procedure and not be burdened with all the birth control responsibility on a daily basis. I wanted something I would not be able to fuck up. My shitty insurance gave me a hard time about covering the procedure so after 6 months of looking into various options I decided to do it through planned parenthood, they had a set price and I would not have to worry about filing a claim.
Allow me to level with you, I got the smaller less hard core IUD and having it put in was exceedingly traumatizing. I was warned, my doctor and the nurses at the clinic told me there would be “cramping”, even my friends who had them told me it was like someone opening a cocktail umbrella in their cervix so I took a fist full of ibuprofen and some vicodin to prepare. Still it felt on par with the Fight Club chemical burn combined with battle field live amputation with a pinch of America Psycho ( if you have read the book you know what I am referring to), apparently b/c my cervix has not been mashed in by pushing multiple babies through it was “resistant” to having anything jammed into it . I was out of commission for a few days and initially thought that the way it worked as birth control was that it made me never want to let any one near my vagina again. In the months since then my junk has returned to full sexy function and on top of that my tits have gotten a size bigger! In a few more months, when the traumatic insertion feels like distant nightmare, I might even recommend it to others.
Photo highlights from the winter:
David got me Nouvelle vague tickets for Hanuka which is one of my favorite bands in the world, hot wet and French! it was so sexy that i was dumbfounded!
We also got to see Chris Hardwick make jokes!
I have liked his guy since i was 8 years old watching Singled Out! his full immersion into geek culture makes him infinitely more interesting and awesome.
David made a series of Valentines featuring my cat, this one captures my animal best:
i know David's a man of my heart when he told me "i didn't know whether to draw in the butt hole at first, then i thought 'what would Marsha do?' and immediately included it!"